Chapter 352 Lioness and Little Rose (End)

Bang!

The taut bowstring suddenly released, and Margaery was obviously startled, and she couldn't help but cover her chest with both hands.

"No arrow."

Seeing Margaery still looking scared, Joffrey showed a strange smile, and a strange excitement flashed in his eyes.

Of course she knew that he had fired in vain...

Moreover, she was not only the king's fiancée, but also the Tyrell family, one of the seven nobles, behind her. She couldn't think of any reason why the king would hurt her.

But... a pair of frightened elk eyes gently swept across Joffrey's face at this time. She was doubting her judgment, or she had already begun to doubt it.

Her little face was slightly pale, and her voice was slightly trembling after being frightened: "My king, you want to see me."

Joffrey was very satisfied with the fear Margaery showed, and the smile on his face remained unchanged: "Tomorrow, I want to take you out hunting..."

As he spoke, he... clicked and re-strung the bowstring of the crossbow in his hand.

He glanced at Margaery's lower abdomen: "I told you in advance to ensure that everything you need is prepared."

With a click, Little Rose's brown eyes trembled, and she saw Joffrey put a crossbow arrow in the arrow slot.

Margaery stood respectfully in front of Joffrey, her fingers slightly bent, and said: "You are very thoughtful, thank you for your thoughtful arrangement, Your Majesty."

"Very good."

Joffrey placed the crossbow on his left knee as if by accident, but as the calf shook up and down, the arrow pointed at Margaery also moved up and down.

From above to below the lower abdomen, Margaery felt an invisible sharpness sweeping across her body. She didn't show it on her face, but her heart was pounding, and a strong sense of fear surged up.

No mistake, he was actually considering whether to kill her? Is he crazy?

The arrow on the crossbow flashed coldly in the sunlight shining in from the narrow window. There was no time to be surprised, and no time to think about the reason. Margaery could only force herself to stay calm. At least she had to get through the difficulties in front of her.

Joffrey suddenly smiled, stared at his fiancée, and said, "Miss Margaery, are you comfortable living in the Maiden's Residence?"

Margaery lowered her eyes slightly and replied softly, "Thank you for your concern, I like it there..."

She looked up shyly and glanced at Joffrey: "After coming here, I have been very happy every day. This is an experience I have never had before, Your Majesty."

"Like...happy...experience..."

After muttering, Joffrey's handsome face twisted and looked directly at Margaery: "When you lived in Renly's barracks, were you also very happy every day?"

Hearing Joffrey's dangerous questioning, the little rose of Highgarden secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not very happy."

The skirt swayed gently, and Margaery moved towards Joffrey. She also looked directly at Joffrey: "Your Majesty, everyone knows that the military camp is not suitable for women."

When Margaery stopped two or three steps away, Joffrey stopped shaking his legs. He stared at her motionlessly and said in a cold voice: "Where is the bed of the traitor Renly?"

Seeing Margaery's expression become stiff, Joffrey shook his calves a few more times and said: "Is that place suitable for women?"

After a pause, he raised the corner of his mouth: "Huh? Why don't you answer me?"

Margaery's wet eyes swept across the crossbow arrows aimed at her heart. She hesitated at first, and then said with a slightly sad tone: "Your Majesty, I am fulfilling my responsibilities as a wife."

Joffrey He looked up and down at his fiancée who was hiding her sadness with interest: "I'm curious, what is your responsibility to the traitor Renly?"

Margaery exhaled softly, straightened her waist, and said: "Any wife's responsibility to her husband is the same, to give birth to a child with their blood."

Joffrey's fingers stroked the trigger of the crossbow and said: "Then why didn't you do it?"

Margaery's rosy lips trembled: "I... I... It's not good to talk about the secrets of a dead person..."

Joffrey's voice was full of threats: "Are you telling me that you sympathize with a traitor? Is it because his throat was cut by an assassin?"

"No."

Margaery shook her head firmly, and then... hesitation appeared on her face again.

"Please forgive me, I don't quite understand the subtle language of the court, I don't know how to express it... Renly..."

Under Joffrey's gaze, she said awkwardly: "He... I think he doesn't seem to be interested in women......"

Hearing this, Joffrey's finger left the trigger of the crossbow and said coldly: "Why do you think so?"

Seeing this, Margaery's lips bent slightly, she maintained the embarrassment on her face and approached: "Every time... I want to fulfill... my wife's responsibilities... he... he always has a reason to leave the bed..."

" There are still many war meetings..."

Walking up the steps under the Iron Throne, she gently sat down next to the boy who "played" the mature king: "During the day, he would praise me in front of everyone, but at night... he would ignore me... I really don't know how... to do..."

After a pause, she lowered her blushing face, repeatedly drawing small circles on the steps with her index finger, and said: "Only once... that night he was drunk and confused... he proposed... proposed..."

She seemed to be recalling unpleasant memories: "He wanted to leave... it was painful... but the part that could not conceive a child..."

Her eyes were red: "I refused at that time... I was also shaken. I felt that I had failed my grandmother's teachings, but... I really... I dare not mention this to my family..."

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and whispered: "Your Majesty, I should take the initiative to be honest with you..."

"No need."

Joffrey snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "I know Renly is a pervert."

Margaery was slightly stunned. She stretched out a hand and placed it on Joffrey's arm: "Thank you for your kindness, my king."

"His death is a punishment for his corruption."

After speaking, Joffrey picked up the crossbow, took a rough aim, and pulled the trigger.

With a whoosh, the crossbow flew in the direction of the long table of the royal meeting, and finally nailed to the back of the prime minister's chair.

"Oh... so far... your archery is really excellent..."

Joffrey stared at his fascinated fiancée with a proud look, and said: "Do you want to try it?"

"Really?"

Margaery stretched out her finger and gently touched the crossbow in Joffrey's hand. She opened her mouth and said: "But my father never allowed me to touch these things..."

Joffrey walked down the stairs, turned around and looked at his fiancée, raised his head, and said proudly: "You don't belong to him anymore."

After stringing, loading arrows, and raising the crossbow, a reserved smile appeared on his handsome face: "Come on, try it."

At this time, the elegant Joffrey... also made Margaery feel scared.

Under the steps of the Iron Throne, there were only the eager girl and the boy who encouraged her.

Margaery rubbed her hands nervously, first looked at Joffrey, and when he nodded, she solemnly stretched out her hands.

"Like this."

Joffrey stood behind and hugged Margaery, helping her adjust her posture, and the direction of the cat... was still the direction of the long table of the royal members.

Margaery was in Joffrey's arms, her face flushed with nervousness and excitement. She then realized that the arrow Joffrey had shot earlier was stuck in the back of the Prime Minister's chair, which made her beautiful eyes tremble slightly.

At this moment, Joffrey helped her aim at the second seat at the long table of the Royal Council - the chair of the Lord Chancellor.

Standing silently, only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard in their ears.

Margaery's finger stretched to the trigger, her red lips parted slightly: "I just need to pull it, and the thing on the other end will die...right?"

Joffrey nodded excitedly, and she murmured again: "This is your power, the power to punish, and your responsibility."

Joffrey lowered his eyes and stared at Margaery's silky brown hair for a while, and said: "Yes, my responsibility."

Margaery felt Joffrey's heavy breathing, she looked at the direction of aiming, pursed her lips and smiled: "Because...you are the king."

Joffrey's voice could not hide his immense joy: "Yes, I am the king."

As soon as he finished speaking, with a "whoosh", the arrow shot hit the target.

The crossbow returned to Joffrey's hand, and Margaery couldn't help but take a few steps forward to observe. After seeing it clearly, she exclaimed in disbelief: "Gods!"

Looking at Little Rose who wanted to jump up to celebrate, Joffrey smiled with satisfaction.

After a pause, Margaery turned around, and the green skirt swayed beside her hips.

"Your Majesty." Margaery's voice was still full of excitement. She approached like a trot, and then... reached out her hands to hug Joffrey's neck. Her little face was flushed with an alluring blush: "Will you allow me... to be a hunter with you?" Joffrey's chest and abdomen rose and fell slowly. He looked at the charming little rose and nodded. "Thank you for giving me..." Margaery tiptoed and gently touched Joffrey's cheek, gratefully saying: "It allows me to truly fulfill my wife's duties, my king." Joffrey pursed his lips: "You don't have to wait long." Taking two steps back, Margaery bowed respectfully: "I will look forward to my first night, dear king." Throwing away the crossbow, Joffrey slightly bent his right arm: "I can take you riding, or continue to teach you archery." Margaery took Joffrey's arm: "I will follow your arrangements, your majesty." Not long after they left, Sandor Clegane appeared in the throne room. He patrolled skillfully and soon found two chairs with an extra arrow each. He glanced at the scars left by the recent multiple repairs, and reached out to pull out the arrow that was nailed to the back of the chair.

Then, he left silently.

Near the training ground, Margaery was looking at Joffrey, who was choosing horses not far away, with a sweet expression. After a pause, she whispered to the maid beside her, Elo Tyrell: "Please help me find out where Queen Cersei was when King Joffrey went to change clothes, or who he met."

Then, she looked at the maid on the other side, Maegor Tyrell, and ordered: "Tell Lady Olenna for me that I request to meet her alone tonight."

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Two days later.

In the Prime Minister's study in the Prime Minister's Tower, the three dukes of King's Landing, Sir Kevan and Earl Matus Rowan stood around a long table covered with a map of Blackwater Bay, discussing maritime defense.

The day before yesterday, the fleet of the Reach and the Redwyne family, consisting of more than 100 warships, arrived at the Blackwater River Pier in a mighty manner.

[Redwyne is the family of the Queen of Thorns. They have been providing maritime protection for the Reach. Their strength is comparable to the Royal Fleet or the Iron Fleet during the reign of Robert I.]

Duke Tywin met with Duke Mace on the same day. The next day, the Prime Minister announced in the name of the king: Duke Mace was appointed as the Minister of Justice of the Council of Kings, the former Minister of Justice, Sir Kevan, was appointed as the Minister of Finance of the Council of Kings, and Earl Matus (his wife is Bethany Redwyne) was appointed as the Minister of the Navy of the Council of Kings.

Green stretched out his finger and drew a circle on the map, and pondered: "The Dornish fleet may suddenly appear here at any time, and may even directly attack the royal fleet."

After a moment of silence, Earl Matus looked up from the map: "Duke Green, have you obtained information about Dorne?"

Green shook his head slightly: "I only saw the flames of hatred of the Dornish people."

Then, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Earl Matus, can the royal fleet cope with the surprise attack of the Dornish fleet?"

Earl Matus paused and said: "If there is no defense, the best result is... not to let the Dornish fleet enter the Blackwater River."

The Duke of Metz suddenly said: "Perhaps, we can directly use a large iron chain to block the entrance of Blackwater Bay into the Blackwater River like the last Battle of King's Landing."

Green nodded and said: "This can indeed protect the docks of the Blackwater River."

Earl Matus frowned and said: "In that case, as long as the merchant ships with a slightly larger tonnage cannot enter the Blackwater River."

The Duke of Metz touched his beard and said: "As long as the war continues, we cannot avoid losses, If the cunning Dornish sneak into the Blackwater River, our losses will be even greater. "

Duke Tywin's majestic voice sounded: "Prince Doran will not send troops."

Everyone looked over, and he continued: "The addition of the Redwyne fleet is enough to protect the safety of Blackwater Bay."

Green glanced at the stunned Duke of Mace and said: "Prime Minister Tywin, did the Dornish reply so quickly?"

Duke Tywin stared at the map for a while with his hands behind his back, and said: "I won't leave them an excuse to start a war."

Green was silent for a moment, and looked at the Ser Kevan said with a heavy face, "Excuse me, have you set a time for the trial?"

With his golden green eyes moving slightly, Lord Tywin looked at Green for a while and said, "Lord Green, I am the Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms."

He glanced at the people present and said, "The war in the Seven Kingdoms must be quelled as soon as possible. This is my duty."

Duke Mace frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Lord Tywin, if you want to quell their anger, the price will definitely not be small, and based on my understanding of the Dornish..."

Knock, knock, knock, there was a sudden knock on the door.